“You've a black belt in kung fu?”
“That and other things.”
“But there were two of them.”
“There was a moment when one had a knife. Then, Mike came charging in. That's when they beat it.”
“You aren't going to call the police?”
“Naw.” He paused a moment. “I don't call police. They'll somehow turn it all around and try to say I did something.”
“Cautious.”
“As long as I've got the car back and get you back in one piece, that's what's important.”
“I can't argue with your priorities.” I said as we drove out of town. Earlier, we had agreed to have him drive me back home after dinner, since this was a school night. He didn't argue about that. He was tired from moving his belongings into the apartment. Add to that, his ordeal of protecting the car from thieves. He dropped me off at the fron
